[He all but collapses against Hythlodaeus' chest in the wake of his climax, raw and boneless and rung out, his fingers desperately weaving themselves into his lover's hair as Hythlodaeus pull him in close, tight. His eyes slam shut, his chest heaving, and he bows his head to drag his lips along the line of his partner's collarbone as he pants for breath.
The scent of the room is heady, thick; every part of him feels too heavy now that he has spent the last of himself. He remains buried inside of his partner as they become entangled, and as Hythlodaeus pulls his mouth over his ear, arches into him, presses impossibly closer, he finally finds his voice.]
I love you, too.
[His voice is raw and breathless, torn at the edges, but for once, he is sincere. There is not a hint of his usual jaded mockery, no cutting words, and he pulls himself together long enough to take Hythlodaeus' face in one hand, pressing their foreheads together before claiming his mouth in a deep kiss that borders on desperate, even with their needs now sated. It is more than that— more than the physical need, but need all the same.]
I missed you.
[Such words feel too small and too simple for the dept of what he feels, how incomplete his absence had left him.]
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The scent of the room is heady, thick; every part of him feels too heavy now that he has spent the last of himself. He remains buried inside of his partner as they become entangled, and as Hythlodaeus pulls his mouth over his ear, arches into him, presses impossibly closer, he finally finds his voice.]
I love you, too.
[His voice is raw and breathless, torn at the edges, but for once, he is sincere. There is not a hint of his usual jaded mockery, no cutting words, and he pulls himself together long enough to take Hythlodaeus' face in one hand, pressing their foreheads together before claiming his mouth in a deep kiss that borders on desperate, even with their needs now sated. It is more than that— more than the physical need, but need all the same.]
I missed you.
[Such words feel too small and too simple for the dept of what he feels, how incomplete his absence had left him.]
I lost myself without you.
[Don't leave me again.]